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Marylin Manson
MY MONKEY
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MY MONKEY,
Marylin Manson
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I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor little monkey
make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
We are out own wicked gods
With littel g's and big dicks
Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And (k)now my monkey's dead
The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
Of his own mind's dissonance
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I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way, but then again don't we all? (what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever) I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And now my monkey's dead Poor little monkey make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout (what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever) We are out own wicked gods With littel g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise I sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo And (k)now my monkey's dead The primate's scream of consonance is a reflection Of his own mind's dissonance
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